The Privilege Problem

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I don’t like the way that Privilege is used in the discussion of equality issues on the Internet. The common usage of Privilege is used as a tool for marginalization, instead of as a keystone for creating a rational approach to culturally enforced inequality. The current usage is a sad perversion of the original intent that enforces sexism, racial inequality, and paternalism.

First I am going to give you the history of the term. Then I’m going to spell-out what I see as being the flaws in how Privilege is being used. Finally, I’ll cover what is damaging, and regressive about how it is being used.

TL;DR History of Privilege

  1. It started as White Privilege: in1965 Theodore W. Allen  and Noel Ignatin championed the idea that whiteness came with a full set of invisible cultural privileges (this was an extension of ideas from Black Reconstruction in America, by  W. E. B. Du Bois ). Wikipedia
  2. Over time Privilege became multi-faceted, to be applied to a wide variety of dominating cultural groups (male, heterosexual, rich, etc.), so White was dropped. Here is a well presented example of Privilege that is relatively objective.
  3. The intent of describing Privilege is to stop the dominant group being used as the normative standard. Inequality is NOT the result of people not being White-Male-Heterosexual-Rich-Christian, rather, it is the result of implicit cultural and explicit governmental valuations being incongruously applied to all people.

John Scalzi wrote a great piece about Privilege with video games as the metaphor. If your stats are you as a person your Privilege is the difficulty setting. It hints at how complex the whole problem is.

What My Problem with Common Usage Is

Privilege is not monolithic. Most of the time I see Privilege being discussed it is a woman saying that a man needs to acknowledge his Privilege, or white people being told to acknowledge their Privilege. But, the reality is that everyone has cultural privilege, even the marginalized groups. There isn’t anyone who has all the Privileges.

Privilege is not unidirectional. Some privileges are actually negative. Because I am dark skinned and a man no one actually expects me to be a good father. Even though this is a negative stereotype it can confer positive results.The reality of my life is that one of my best educational opportunities did not come from my positive Privilege, but rather, from someone taking an interest in helping me escape the systemic and systematic racism that I was suffering. I was given an opportunity because I was oppressed, not because I was privileged.

Privilege is intersectional. I am Black, Male, A Certain Age, Economically Advantaged, From the West Coast, etc. This has brought me a very specific set of privileges. Some of privileges that one group brings me are nullified by another, some aren’t, some are amplified. You are an intersection of privileges too. When you reduce a person to one of the many axises you are ignoring reality.

Privilege is external. Privilege is created by the culture you are in. What is expected of you and afforded to you is determined by other people. No person is responsible for their Privilege, most of the time they are born into it. Most of all, your interpretation of what privileges people are party to has zero connection to their actual experience.

Privilege is inconsistent. Like I mentioned earlier just because one aspect of a persons characteristics implies an experience it doesn’t mean that they experienced it. If you grew  up in the United States and move to China your experience of Privilege that makes you and your acceptable behavior and expectations are very different. Some people don’t recognize what you perceive to be their Privilege because they LITERALLY did not receive that Privilege during their upbringing, because you either misjudged their history, or because their actual intersection of characteristics did not avail them of that Privilege.

Privilege is interpretational. You may see the fact that people applaud my parenting sight-unseen because I am male as a Privilege I reap; I do not see it that way. It is patronizing, particularly when taken in conjunction with the racial undertones. I see it as a negative in the life of men who love their role as father.

Privilege can be bought. One of the most consistent Privilege sets, both within and across cultures, is socio-economic class. Regardless of your race, sex, religion, sexual orientation, etc. there are fairly consistent Privileges that simply comes from money–either yours, your parents, or your spouse’s. You can also take on the affectations and buy the clothes that indicate a specific class to be treated more like that.

An Example of What Privilege Looks Like On The Internet

Someone makes the argument that movies from the 1980s show a distinct misogyny and that growing up watching series like Lethal Weapon and Predator have made men of my era see women as objects. Consequently, I should recognize that society privileges me as a man by tacitly condoning swagger in my treatment of women, even if I don’t personally display swagger.

The first part above is a very supportable argument, the second is not. Because I don’t identify with Mel Gibson, or Arnold Schwarzenegger, I identify with Danny Glover who is dedicated and hardworking; in one franchise he is a family man, in the other all but asexual. I’m not going to argue that there isn’t pervasive misogyny in movies from the 1980s, but that doesn’t mean a given individual has reaped the benefits of that truth.

The down and dirty of that example is that most people don’t, or wouldn’t, even think I was black the first time they meet me, because my name is Carlos. Writing in comments people immediately go to Carlos Mencia or Carlos Santana to construct their vision of me (if you are trivia buff maybe Carlos Norris or Carlos Esteves). Discussing Privilege on the Internet almost always comes down to one persons assumption about another persons life.

So here is the problem…

By virtue of venue (the Internet) all of these arguments are happening between people that functionally benefit from the same core Privilege of socio-economic class. They are, in fact, arguing about which one of the top 10th percentile of the world has to be hobbled in the discussion because of factors that they don’t control.

All the while, the very location of the discussion keeps most actually marginalized people out. Also, arguments about Privilege on the Internet are consistently made from a framework that enforces marginalization by holding individuals as proxy for their category. When members of any select Privilege class attempt to enter the discussion they are summarily told that their opinion is NULL because of their state of being. In the discussion of Race, Gender, and Sexual Orientation (a world entrenched deeply in Identity Politics) it is frightening that people are being categorically marginalized based on the loudest members of the discussion assessing that category’s history and inherent value to the conversation.

The Internet is unfortunately dominated by, and over representative of, certain groups; however, that does not change the fact that simply by showing up for a blog argument you all share much of the same Privilege.

JMFCOAB

It has been a long time since I posted here. I almost have a baby. It is coming, and soon. He has graduated from Blueberry Danger to “Fruit Bat.”

Life continues forward and I continue my grumpy quest for the things that I find funny and interenting things to talk about. How are you?

Answers for Team Short


So today I got this via Facebook from one of my cousins in response to the fact that I am having a baby:

i told my kids…and they screamed with joy as if i had just told them i was going to let them eat ice cream for breakfast everyday or something. They now want to know what the baby’s name is and whether its a boy or a girl and where babies come from and why i’m not having another baby and when we can come visit you and can they hold the baby and what will the dog-baby think of a baby-baby and do you think the baby will like lego and michael jackson. If you could get back to me with those answers ASAP, i’d really appreciate it.thanks.

Okay let’s see here, in order:

  1. You’ll find out when it is born. But, for now, we are calling it Blueberry Danger del Rio
  2. I think it is a boy, and so does my mother-in-law, but Rose refuses to guess and we can’t actually tell yet.
  3. Sometimes when a man loves a woman, or gets drunk enough to forget a condom, or donates to a sperm bank, or scientist engage in a series of complicated procedures, or a woman makes a withdrawal from a sperm bank…and two gametes meet, magic happens and mass of cells turns into a continuingly more complicated mass of cells; until finally a baby is encapsulated inside of what used to be my remarkably fit wife.
  4. Probably because your current two are such an “adorable handful.”
  5. About 1-2 weeks after the baby is born.
  6. That really depends on what kind of bribery they are willing to commit toward me.
  7. I think she will be pretty excited. She is already acting weird and clingy with Rose.
  8. Yes, all signs point to yes on the lego front.
  9. I don’t think that Michael Jackson will be a huge part of Blueberry Dangers life, we are more of a Prince household.

I hope this clears up any lingering questions they have. Also, that is an ultrasound of the actual Blueberry Danger del Rio.

Let Me Remind You.

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Let me make this uncomfortably clear: I have strong opinions about cars.

If you drive a car you are allowed ZERO mistakes!

I’m a driver. I drive a motorcycle and I have driven a variety of cars and trucks. Let me repeat, if you are driving you are allowed ZERO mistakes. It’s not an accident, it is an incident. An incident that you are responsible for. Take your lumps and pay your fines.

Today I got involved in the comments of an LA Times article that did two things

  1. It outed Las Angeles for not having the ability to prosecute a certain genre of traffic crime.
  2. It gave two people a place to whine about the fact that they paid a fine for breaking the law in a way that endangered the lives of other people.
Before you whine about how you “Barely rolled through that traffic light,” let me remind you that 2000 lbs (your ass ugly car) X 5 miles per hour (7.33 feet per second) = dead kid. Don’t do anything stupid. Are you tired, are you drunk, hell, are you stupid? Don’t get behind the wheel. I promise you the world is a better place without you on the road.

It Languishes

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I find that I am at a lack for funny things to say. I’ve been building things and working on other projects. Ultimately, I think that my humor the things that I have written here fall into two major buckets, things that I find funny and things that are too self-referential for anyone to find funny.

I think the thing that is most draining on my energy for this particular endeavor stems from an accident. I was hit by a car, twice. It turns out that it is incredibly painful, I mean so painful that I considered pulling the driver through the window of the car so I could step on them. Have you ever wanted to step on someone? I imagine it is kind of demeaning, like being a dog, or a rug.

Long story short, I’m in pain so frequently that it is hard to be angry enough to be funny. You tell me who should I make fun of?

Holy Birth-Scandal Batman

HI-res Downloadable
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I have nothing funny to say about Sarah Palin being brought to task on the clear insanity that she has perpetrated over the last 3 years. Well, maybe, I do have something funny to say: Trig does look more like Bristol than Sarah.

Dear Sarah Palin,

Please keep it classy. From now on when you accuse President Obama of being a Kenyan bring both Tripp and Trig’s birth certificates and a picture of you having an ultrasound with on of the 1978 LA Lakers in the room and a copy of Levi Johnston’s Playgirl spread (you know something for the ladies), and, for once, enough bagels for everyone in the press corp.

Sincerely,

Me

What Is Your Soul Made Of?

Get this, 63%-90% of humans adhere to a religion so they probably think a human is more than a collection of atom (mostly Oxygen). So, that leaves a very interesting question: What is a soul, and what is it made of?

A soul, I guess, is that neigh unnameable quantity that separates the thing that we are from the stuff that we are made of. Whether you think that it is ashes and dust or the above linked list of electrons and protons there is still this lingering issue of what resides inside to fuel all of that stuff to be unique, and per-chance divine.

I think the best way to express my thoughts is to tell you a story about my wife.

In my life there is a lot of busyness. I think that whatever SOUL is it only really comes to me in those rare moments of true quite. When the TV and the radio are off, when the dog is calm, when my wife is sitting content (maybe unaware I’m there). That is when it happens, the transcendent moment, when I feel like I can really know her soul. There is a feeling like a bubble has popped; maybe an absence of sorts. Based on the smell I have to assume her soul is made of sardines and hardboild eggs.

It Happens in the Yard

Fighting wolves
credit: Tambako the Jaguar

Why am I so unenthusiastic about gardening? – Rose

Gardening is a contentious subject around my house. I live with two ladies that have very different views of what constitutes a proper garden. One, I’ll call her the Big Lady, feels that gardening is a protracted campaign spanning multiple years. During which you cultivate a happy and healthy stock of edibles for furtive consumption that makes grocery store vegetables seem bland. The other lady, I’ll call her the Little Lady, believes that gardening is best performed while running back-and-forth harassing the smallest member of the upstairs neighbor’s family until one of you can no longer resist the overpowering urge to fertilize one of the emaciated trees in the yard.

But, if I was pressed to answer, and I am because of a legal agreement, I would say that deep inside you fear that you will lose your finger in a trowel accident and I will tell everyone that you lost it in a volcanic duel with Gollum.